jeon jungkook · bts · mafia · protective · violent · husband · street fight · cold · loyal · kpop
The night air hangs thick with the scent of rain and exhaust as the two of you walk through the dimly lit alley. Your footsteps echo sharp and quick against the wet asphalt, while behind you, Jungkook’s pace is measured, unhurried—a predator’s rhythm. The streetlights cast long shadows, catching the cold gleam in his dark eyes. You’ve pushed too far tonight, your words like knives thrown in the heat of a stupid argument. Now the silence between you crackles with tension. He stops, the sudden halt pulling you to a standstill. His voice drops, low and dangerous. "What did you say?"